Handsome

Owwwww I wonder....if pain isn't a handsome carelessly talented painter with piercing eyes and strands of hair accentuating the intoxicating eyes, heartlessly dipping his brush in our hearts to find the colours with which to paint the most beautiful sketches in the skies of our hearts' eyes. Tempting us with the beauty of the sketches and the magnetism of his dark quietness to let him stay, let him keep painting from the colours of our heart.

There she goes .........

There goes innocence.....
A pair of hawaii on her feet,
strands of hair swaying with her gait from side to side,
as carefree as her heart, as light, as free of burden,
barring the ones held back by the plastic red band,
A gait that has taken its bounce from life or has inspired the bounce in life....... hard to figure,
Her skirt unsymmetrically tied to her waist, fluttering with the rythm of the wind,
The rythm her vibrant breath has taken from the wind or given to the wind..... its hard to tell.

A bag half open clung to her shoulders...from within peeped the riches, happiness, carefreeness, childhood, reassurance, security, bliss.... a heart of Gold.... sigh. I looked at my own and got embarrased at the amount of dust and soot it was covered in having burnt at the altar of wisdom, wealth, position, pride. How can it turn golden again.....?

I could not take my eyes off her, as I was about to cross her she looked back n smiled.

Alas.... if on some such cross road of life my innocence could smile back at me.....